An inanimate insanity fanfiction for nickloon!1!1
Nickel is an assassin who has duties to obviously assassinate people, but the new target his boss gave him was a bit different.
Nickel had to mentally push himself through the gates of the college building, he just knows he hates this place and probably nothing will change that, the school dress code forced him to cut his long side of hair since it was too "distracting".
Nickel kept his eyes down, watching the tiles under his feet. They stretched down the hall in rows of dull green and yellow, lit by flickering lights that hummed loudly. Everything about this place, the strong smell of discomfort, and the bright walls covered in cheesy posters made him want to turn around and leave. It was only his first day, and already he knew he hated this school.
He stopped where two hallways met, his stomach twisting as he looked left, then right. Both halls were empty. Nickel pulled out his wrinkled schedule, the only thing he’d held on to since he walked in that morning. But the tiny words and strange abbreviations made no sense to him. Room 213, Social Studies, it said. Whatever that was. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t find it anyway.
Part of him wanted to turn around, slip out one of the big glass doors he’d seen at the entrance, and just leave. He’d be gone before anyone even noticed, free to get back to his real purpose for being here. The mission. The word repeated in his mind, steady and serious. That was the real reason he was here, not this school, not classes, nothing else. Just for a dumb little 17 year old Balloon.
But he couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not without making a scene. So, he took a deep breath, crammed the schedule into his pocket, and started down the hallway again, each step making him feel like he was getting more lost.
The bell rang, loud and harsh, echoing through the empty hallways, and Nickel flinched.
"Agh-!" Nickel got irritated at this point.
"Where the hell is everything..!?"
Nickel was sure he’d been walking in circles. He’d looked at every door in this hallway, and somehow, none of them were his classroom. Room 213, how hard could it be to find one room? He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about the school's terrible layout.
Just then, a voice interrupted his thoughts. “Why aren’t you in class?”
Nickel turned around to see a teacher standing there, arms crossed, watching him with a raised eyebrow. She wore a bright purple cardigan and held a stack of papers.
“Believe me, I’d love to be in class. If I could find it.” He huffed.
“Lost already?” The teacher held back a smile.
Nickel crossed his arms, annoyed.
“No, I just decided to stroll the hallways because I had nothing better to do. Of course, I’m lost.”
She chuckled and nodded down the hall.
“Come on. Follow me.”
Nickel dragged his feet as he followed her, thinking about how the school seemed to be a maze on purpose. They passed door after door, and his annoyance only grew.
“This place is impossible to figure out. Did they design it just to mess with us?”
The teacher gave him an amused glance. “Keeps things interesting, doesn’t it? It gives us an adventure.”
“Yeah, just the kind of ‘adventure’ I was hoping for.” Nickel rolled his eyes.
After a few more turns, they finally stopped in front of a door. The teacher gestured to it with a small smile.
“Here’s your class.”
“Great. Only took me forever to get here.” Nickel scoffed, more frustrated than relieved.
“Good luck,” she said, still smiling as he walked in, his annoyance lingering. He was already wondering if he’d ever make it to his next class on time.
Nickel opened the door without knocking, not caring about anything since he was already irritated enough to be here. As soon as the door opened and he stepped inside the room went quiet and everyone started staring at him.
The teacher was busy scolding a student before Nickel barged in, interrupting her. With no hesitation, she pulled Nickels arm and made him stand next to the guy she was scolding before she shut the door aggressively.
"Greetings, Nickel! Do you have anything to say, or will that come out late as well?"
Nickel just rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind him.
"Don't you dare give me that attitude, young man! Why are you late!?"
"I don't know, maybe because this whole place is like a mirror maze for free!" Nickel argued
"Is that how you talk to your elders!?" The teacher shouts at him.
"Maybe you should've just retired if you're so old! I can see your cheeks sagging already." Nickel shouted back.
"Oh, you little!-"
Nickel and the teacher kept on going back and forth with their arguements, not giving each other a break.
Balloon, the guy who was originally getting yelled at due to getting an answer wrong, just stared. How could someone have this much courage to talk back to a teacher? He also thought about how he could also fight back the same way Nickel is, just to defend himself for once.
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Balloon didn't know why, but he started to admire Nickel. Even if it's just him fighting, it'll at least get him a title that doesn't claim anything bad about him... Well, at least amongst the students, the teachers are gonna have a rough year.
Balloon couldn't help but keep staring until the bell rang. Luckily, the 2nd period was gonna be in the same class for him, and probably Nickel if he takes the same classes as Balloon.
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